Lia's POV
I stared sleepily at the TV, feeling my head slightly fall every few seconds.
We were watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
What?
He's my therapist...what's wrong with him knowing that I like such movies?
"Damn," he chuckled lightly before helping me rest my head on his thighs. "You sure are not one to stay past two in the morning."
"I'm sleepy," I rubbed my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair, which calmed me even more to have me slightly drift away.
"I don't have another bed in the house, would it be okay if I slept here and put you to bed?"
"No!" My eyes widened and I turned in his lap to lay on my back.
Not my fears...
"You know I don't like being alone at night..."
The room was far away from the living room. If he intended on sleeping here then I don't think the night's going to pass on peacefully.
"I don't mind you sleeping next to me on the same bed, but 30 meters away in such a huge house-"
"Don't worry," he smiled, his plumped lips curving into a sincere, reassuring smile. "I'll do my best in doing what makes you relaxed and happy."
I chuckled sleepily as he tapped the tip of my nose lightly with his finger, slowly easing my worries.
I gave in fighting the urge to shut my eyes and drifted to the calmest sleep I've had yet, not worrying about resting on his legs or even any of my past night states.
I was off as quick as a baby, loving his fingers running through my hair continuously. His arms slowly lifted me before he stood up, bringing me closer to his warm chest as he walked carefully to the room.
Pulling the covers off, he helped me into bed before joining me as the lights automatically turned off gradually. I was pulled into comfort with pillows surrounding me in the most comfortable bed I'd ever slept on.
In a matter of minutes, his breathes came even, calming me even more as he whispered, "goodnight, Lia."
I was too off to function, not caring much about how to response. I ended up replying nonetheless, "Nighty Night."
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My eyes fluttered open to the rays of the sun shining through the enormous window of the anonymous bedroom that I am-
Where the fuck am I...?
"Twenty first century's yesterday! You can care all you want..everybody does and that's okay.."
That makes much more sense...
My widened eyes relaxed to the voice of Dr. Ross' singing from outside the room, awakening me from my unconscious state.
It's been way too long since I've had any peaceful sleep without any sort of panic interruptions....
It's been years.
I sat up to pull the mess I call my hair into a neat ponytail as I stared at the mirror in front of me.
I was totally right about that place being a good place to play hide and seek.
Hopping off to the bathroom, I took my toothpaste and brush to quickly brush my teeth, making sure to leave with the bathroom still as neat.
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〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰
FanficHow could I be needing help when I'm the one to grant it How could a patient of mine make me desire the forbidden How could I hold the feelings that are soon to be erupted Where am I going to keep my needs hidden